Time Period: 1980
Gilbert Albrecht had grown into a refined young boy of ten, molded by the expectations and traditions of nobility. He spoke multiple languages with fluency, each taught with care by his father Julian. He could play the piano with the elegance of a royal, and the violin with the soul of a composer by the teaching of his mother. Music was his companion, books were his refuge, and discipline was his heritage.
But beneath the perfection lay an emptiness.
On his tenth birthday, while surrounded by gifts and well-wishers, Gilbert found himself isolated. A strange feeling haunted him—something beyond memory, beyond logic. A feeling that someone, somewhere, was waiting for him.
"I don't know who I am… Why do I feel this lonely, despite having everything? It's like someone is calling out to me... from afar but why?"
In the days that followed, Gilbert buried himself in books and routines, yet the hollow feeling remained. His parents, Julian and Seraphina, noticed the weight he silently carried.
Later that night, as Gilbert sat quietly reading in his room, his parents entered. Seraphina knelt beside his bed and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Gil... is something bothering you? You can tell us," she asked softly.
Gilbert hesitated, then answered with honesty.
"I don't know why, but sometimes I feel... empty. Lonely."
Julian nodded, as if expecting this moment.
"In that case, I have a suggestion. I don't know if you'll like it, and I won't force you," he said.
"Do you remember Irene Durnholme? She attended your birthday."
Gilbert looked up. "Yes. But why are you mentioning her?"
Seraphina smiled warmly. "Because she's studying in Japan now. If you want... you could go there too. A change of place might help you. But the decision is yours."
Gilbert nodded. "I want to go."
Seraphina kissed his forehead lovingly. "Then sleep well, my little gentleman. Tomorrow, your new journey begins."
The next day, Gilbert sat on a train headed toward Japan, gazing out at the beautiful landscapes rolling by.
"I don't know what's waiting for me. But maybe… this is a step toward breaking the loneliness."
He soon enrolled in St. Helin High School, a prestigious institution in Japan. It didn't take long for him to cross paths with Irene Durnholme again. Her long golden-blonde hair coiled in elegant ribbons, her brown eyes sharp with conviction, she welcomed him with familiarity.
As time passed, they grew closer, and one evening, Irene suggested something to her friends.
"Let's watch the shooting stars together tonight."
As Gilbert walked by, she called to him.
"Gil! You're free now, right? Come with us!"
Gilbert smiled faintly. "No… There's still plenty I need to do."
Irene didn't press him, respecting his decision.
That night, as everyone in Japan gathered to see the meteor shower dressed in colorful kimonos, But Gilbert walked alone by the riverbank under a silver-lit sky.
"Who am I…? What is my reason for living? Why does this feeling keep lingering in my heart… as if someone is calling for me? I am lossing the reason of my life. It is becoming dull. Please don't play with me. Just tell me who are you?"
Elsewhere, a beautiful girl with long sky-blue hair and matching sky-blue eyes, her figure lean and athletic, wandered nearby—lost in thought.
"I don't know who you are… Why do you keep appearing in my dreams? Just once… tell me who you are…"
As Gilbert walked, the countdown echoed through distant speakers:
100… 99… 98…
They passed each other.
97… 96… 95…
Time… slowed.
The world blurred. And suddenly—visions.
A hidden face appeared before Gilbert. Then clarity struck.
He saw her—the girl from his dreams, her radiant purple hair flowing like twilight, her purple eyes filled with longing. She ran toward him, and her form slowly transformed into the sky blue-haired girl in front of him.
She reached out her hand.
He reached back.
And as he stepped forward, images from his past life shattered into his mind like glass breaking:
Battles fought, promises made, tears shed, and one name whispered upon his lips—
"Eleanor…"
Then her voice—gentle, divine—echoed in the air around him:
"You don't need to remember your past.
Just keep going forward.
Don't turn back. Don't look into the void that once held you.
You were brave. You were kind. You were heroic. And above all…you kept your promise.
You've already fulfilled your purpose.
You ended your story with honor… and love.
Now, start again.
Live a new life—one of your choosing.
You're free now.
This is your new beginning.
Remember the promise... The promise lives on under the blue glass moon."
Gilbert's eyes widened. The visions faded.
"I still don't know who I am… but it doesn't matter anymore. I don't need the past to know what I feel. I don't know her name, but… I know her. And I finally understand why I've always felt so alone—
Because part of me had been waiting… for her."
He turned on, voice trembling.
"Wait! Please stop!"
He ran toward the girl. "I don't know why, but… there's something I need to ask. Are you… her?"
She stopped and turned, her eyes shimmering.
"And… are you him?"
They stared at each other. The world melted into stillness.
Do we know each other?
She asked, voice trembling, "Do we…?"
Gilbert's lips trembled. "Maybe."
Their tears mirrored each other's. They didn't remember the past.
But something undeniable remained.
"Chloé Duret," she said, softly.
"Gilbert Albrecht," he replied.
Then the countdown began again in the background:
10… 9… 8… 7…
Their eyes locked.
6… 5… 4…
They stepped closer.
3… 2… 1…
The sky burst into radiant light. One by one, countless shooting stars rained down across the heavens, painting the world with color and wonder.
Chloé looked up and whispered,
"Do you remember the promise?"
Gilbert smiled and nodded.
Together, their voices met the stars.
"The promise lives on, under the blue glass moon."
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"We are all born carrying echoes of what came before.
Some call it fate, others call it memory.
But for Gilbert and Chloé… it was a bond.
A connection beyond time, beyond death, beyond the stars.
Even if the names fade, even if the past is lost
The promise remains.
Not as a burden… but as a light.
A light that leads them forward.
A light that says… this time, you are free to live.
Under the blue glass moon—
The story begins anew.